performance poetry

Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.

There Was Much to Say
There Was Much to Say There was much to say, if you had loved me that day. There was a path to walk, if you had come two days earlier.
By Silent Night3 years ago in Poets
The Poet's Queen
The Poet's Queen You love me, so I am a poet. My present self is a reflection of your love. The sky, the air, the morning light,
By Silent Night3 years ago in Poets
Enchanted by Myself
Enchanted by Myself I search for her Who is closer to me than myself. In my burning desire, I hear her footsteps. Like a skylark, in unquenchable thirst,
By Silent Night3 years ago in Poets
At the End of the Day
At the End of the Day The earth, with its mud-streaked, faded gray shawl, Has draped the folds of the horizon with deep pathos.
By Silent Night3 years ago in Poets
The Traveller
I see the road ahead The fields stretching beyond the horizon The sky turning red The fields will be my bed. There are no borders I know of
By Ricky Lahiri3 years ago in Poets
The leathery lord
The leathery lord of the sun-scorched plains, With eyes that hold wisdom in desert rains. He treads on the sand, a silent machine,
By mahmoud elsaad3 years ago in Poets
The Ship with a Hunch
The sands whisper tales of the Ship of the Desert, A beast with a hump, where the sun's fire is kept. He carries the nomad, a guide and a friend,
By mahmoud elsaad3 years ago in Poets
What Makes a Mother?
Brown woman, white children Many will say that is not her cub, But a mother is more than biological birth; It is the nurturing nature of a Woman.
By Sofia Loren Perez3 years ago in Poets
T-Wreckx-n-Effect
Yo, I'm mother effing Tyrannosaurus Rex Just look at my sexy green scaly pecs The Laramidian mighty predator apex Tho' I got tiny brains, tiny hands
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
In Fugacious Bliss
hold me captive, and Stop - i n h a l e the fresh May breeze in fugacious b l i s s * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: While trying to think of something for Mike's awesome challenge, I came up with this senryu...It's a bit cheerier and romantic, much like my recent poem, For Ruth. Enjoy!
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Raindrop Serenade
Softly falls the gentle rain, Tapping on my window pane. Each drop whispers, "Hello! friend," Bringing comfort without end.
By Sasi Kala3 years ago in Poets
spin me a tale. Content Warning.
spin me a tale (of blood and more) a tale of sin (of pain and gore) of sin regale(introspect) regale a tale(retrospect) a tale to pale (intro... vert?)
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets